I dream that I’m watching a Sailor Moon episode that turns into a horror show about a painting that is beautiful if you have a pure soul, and show inexplicable horrors if you are a sinner. A taxi driver goes back to work after seeing the painting, a tall monster in a trench and bowler hat sits in the back of his taxi. “I’m going to hell,” says the monster. “That’s fine,” says the man, “I’m already there.”

Then I dream about punching my brother in the face, and it was well deserved.